When Yu Jingchen opened his eyes again... hmm, how did he end up in the Hall of Diligent Governance?
"Your Majesty? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Eunuch Xing's voice suddenly came over.
Yu Jing frowned. What was going on?
"Your Majesty?" Eunuch Xing called out again.
Then a young eunuch came in from outside: "Your Majesty, Consort Nan's punishment has been completed."
Yu Jingchen looked at the kneeling eunuch below with some confusion: "What Consort Nan? What kind of punishment?"
The young eunuch and Eunuch Xing were both stunned.
"Your Majesty, you previously demoted Consort Nan to the rank of Talented Lady because she destroyed the imperial gift and showed no remorse, and ordered her to go to the Ministry of Punishments to repent for ten days. Consort Nan only returned from the Ministry of Punishments last night, and today, because she was disrespectful to Consort Min, you ordered her to be flogged fifty times," Eunuch Xing hurriedly reminded Yu Jingchen.
Yu Jingchen didn't show it on his face, but in reality, his heart was in turmoil.
These events occurred in the year before Nan Zhiyun's death. He...was he reborn? So...
"Prepare the carriage for Yajing Residence!" Yu Jingchen said. Yajing Residence was where Nan Zhiyun lived, and it was the most secluded residence in the harem.
When Yu Jingchen arrived at Ya Jing Ju, he didn't see a single servant. Just as the eunuch was about to announce his arrival, Yu Jingchen stopped him.
When Yu Jingchen went in, he heard crying.
"Miss, does it hurt a lot? It's all my fault for being useless; I couldn't even get a royal physician to come," Qianxia said, kneeling in front of Nan Zhiyun and crying.
Nan Zhiyun lay on the bed, her face pale, too weak to speak.
The beating Yu Jingchen mentioned refers to striking the back with bamboo sticks, and Nan Zhiyun's back is now stained red with blood.
She had just been released from the Censorate yesterday. Her time there was worse than death. Although she didn't have any obvious injuries, she had endured just as many tortures as she had.
Consort Min feigned kindness in visiting her, but in reality, she provoked her at every turn, even uttering a disrespectful remark that resulted in her being whipped again. Because she was out of favor and disliked by the Emperor, no imperial physician dared to treat her injuries. With the Empress Dowager no longer in the palace, Nan Zhiyun was living a life worse than a servant.
"Miss, wait for me, I'll go beg His Majesty right away," Qianxia said, about to leave, while Nan Zhiyun was already unconscious.
Qianxia had just turned around when she saw Yu Jingchen had already entered.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Qianxia hurriedly knelt down again: "Your Majesty, please have mercy and spare Miss this time. Miss is seriously injured, and she will die if she does not see the imperial physician soon." Qianxia kowtowed as she spoke.
"Xinglai!" Yu Jingchen called out, and Eunuch Xing immediately understood and hurriedly sent his men to fetch the imperial physician.
Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun lying on the bed, and his heart stirred slightly. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Qianxia thought Yu Jingchen was about to do something again, and she was so frightened that she continued to beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, Miss is not in her right mind right now, please don't punish her anymore!"
"Where are the other servants here?" Yu Jingchen asked.
“Your Majesty, they are unwilling to serve and are all in the side courtyard,” Qianxia replied.
"Fortunately, all those people were beaten to death." Yu Jingchen's voice was flat, but such a casual remark cost several lives.
Fortunately, everyone was somewhat surprised that Yu Jingchen would issue such an order. Soon, a deafening chorus of pleas for mercy erupted outside.
Yu Jingchen lifted the blanket covering Nan Zhiyun, revealing a patch of scarlet blood on her back, which made Yu Jingchen's heart skip a beat.
Nan Zhiyun was covered in cold sweat, unsure whether it was from pain or fright. Even though she was dizzy, she couldn't find peace. Yu Jingchen touched Nan Zhiyun's forehead; it was burning hot.
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